Brooklyn

[ VERSE 1 ]

I got the intro along with the cash flow

Make all the bad boys seem like nymphos

Yeah, I'm hard, I get sexy like Veronica

I use sex as an instrument like the philharmonica

No, I ain't tall, but I'm small and I'm slender

Ask him who's been in, shit is like tender

If he didn't like it, then return to sender

He didn't do that, it's too fat, he remembers

Never ever have I ever said I was good lookin

Just one bad-ass bitch from Brooklyn

Not here to steal your loot, your coat, your rocks

Makin niggas drop whenever we hit the block

They hear 'Brooklyn', and we up to no good

Well, here we come, so there goes your neighborhood

Timbos scuffed up, sess bein puffed up

Mess with the wrong one, kid, you get ruffed up

Peace to my people in

(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn...)

(You know the place)

[ VERSE 2 ]

I got the rhythm that'll rip up shows

Blow down foes, they kill at will to get a taste of my flow

Vocally I rock locally and worldwide

Those that got bad wish they woulda never tried

Cause when you come from where I come from

You gotta be tough

Cause niggas'll call your bluff quick enough

Cause if your hood is like my hood, you gotta think quick

Shit stink, niggas are slick, have you turnin tricks

I gotta give it up to Mr. Cool J

For givin up the props to the girls around the way

It ain't safe after dark to throw a jam in the park

If you wanna get naughty, bring your forty to the arc

Cause we get down when it comes to a jam

Just watch your backpocket, keep a eye on the man

If your town is like my town, you don't wanna mess around

Wind up gettin bagged up, beat down

Peace to my people in

(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn...)

(You know the place)

[ VERSE 3 ]

Everyhwere that I step they know my rep

Cause I'm sayin and doin ill shit they won't forget

Breakin down doors, although I never break laws

Come to a town that's yours, and I be rippin the whole tour

Comin hard for your section, slow up

Live in the flesh and about to blow up

So yo, come down, and then get the fuck up

Looks are hooked, you lucked up, you're booked

You gotta be hard, cause I ain't with softies

Hit, then you miss, gotta get offa this

So come with your game, cause you can't be lame

As soon as you walk, I'm forgettin your name

As long as you know all that enter are equal

Straight from the Lyte I send peace to my people

(Yeah)

Peace to my people

(Yeah)

Peace to my people

Peace to my people on the east coast

Peace to my people on the west

Peace to the people up north

Peace to the people down south

Peace to the people in Brooklyn

Peace to the people in the Bronx

Peace to my people in Compton

Peace to my people goin uptown

Peace to my people in Detroit

Peace to my people in Houston

Peace to my people in Philly

Peace to my people in Boston

Peace to my people in Jersey

Peace to my people in Georgia

Peace to my people in Philly

Peace to my people in Richmond

Peace to my people in Cali

Peace to my people in Queens

Peace to my people goin uptown

Peace to my people in the islands

Peace to my people on the beach

Peace to my people in Miami

Peace to my people

I send peace to my people

(You know the place)

(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn...)